C45

"Assistant Song, I didn't expect to see you before I went to sleep." Jian Ning raised her eyes and mocked.

Song Ge was not someone to be trifled with. It was better to let Shang Jin handle her sarcastic remarks. After all, he could tell that the boss treated her differently.

"Not bad, looks like you have a talent for acting. Just pretend like nothing happened. Just act normally."

Facing her smile, Shang Jin couldn't help but feel a lot more gentle, but after feeling that he was abnormal, he tightly clenched his hands, and warned himself in his heart: "Jian Ning is only a tool for you to take revenge, you cannot be disturbed by her emotions."

"But you still have to consider it from my point of view. It would be best if you didn't tarnish my reputation."

Jian Ning's smile immediately stiffened, she did not know how to let go of her hand.

Tonight, Jian Ning was in a very bad mood, and her courage also increased a bit, not putting Shang Jin's anger in the slightest.

"Jian Ning!"

The chill on Shang Jin's body became heavier and heavier, but Jian Ning didn't sense it at all, and she showed an indifferent expression.

He clenched his fists. His muscles were stiff, and he had to struggle to control his anger.

Jian Ning didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, directly leaning on the window and closing her eyes to rest.

Perhaps she thought the evening performance was too exhausting, but before long, she fell asleep.

Shang Jin could see her exhaustion, and said to Shang Jin who was in front of her in a soft voice: "Drive steadily."

Song Ge secretly looked at Jian Ning who was in the rearview mirror, surprise quickly flashed past his eyes, and when Shang Jin raised his head, he quickly retracted his gaze.

"Song Ge, you have been my assistant for so long. You should know my temper." He said in a low voice, with a trace of displeasure in his voice.

He nodded his head seriously. Even though his back was already starting to sweat, he still drove calmly.

"Yes, boss." There was not a single fluctuation in his words, which gave Shang Jin the illusion that he was a robot.

When they arrived at Jingshan Villa, Jian Ning did not wake up for a long time. Shang Jin did not rush her and got off the carriage, leaving her on her own.

When Jian Ning woke up, it was already past ten.

She raised her head and looked out the dark window. She could not help but curse, "Damn, how could it be like this? Isn't it just sleeping? Sure enough, menopause is here."

Although she complained, she still rubbed her rumbling stomach as she got out of the car.

Opening the door, Jian Ning felt a cold wind blowing at her, she could not help but shiver, raising her eyelids unintentionally, she immediately opened her eyes wide.

"Shang... Mr. Shang. " She couldn't help but perspire from her forehead. She shouldn't have heard what she said just now, right?

Just as she was holding onto her luck, Shang Jin took out his phone and opened up the Player.

"Damn, how can this be …"

"I'm having menopause, right? Then — — "Shang Jin clapped his hands, and Song Ge walked out from the darkness with a pile of information.

At that moment, Jian Ning was once again certain that he was a devil, because …

Song Ge took out a thick book and slowly walked towards her.

"Read more when you are ugly, you should read more." Shang Jin pointed to the pile of books in Song Ge's hands, and said unhappily.

Song Ge's expressionless face finally carried a tinge of sympathy and pity.

Jian Ning clenched her teeth, and angrily took the book. At the moment, she didn't dare have any other complaints.

She had only grumbled about him in her heart, but her eyes were misty. If she were to seriously look at it, she would be able to tell that she was feeling wronged right now.

Not bad, I'm quite satisfied.

Shang Jin nodded in satisfaction, and silently allowed Song Ge to push himself up.

Jian Ning was depressed, she placed the book to the side and prepared to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. When she arrived at the dining hall, she saw the steaming hot dishes on the table.

She turned her head to look at the living room that had once again sunk back into darkness. She felt a warm sensation in her heart, and the grudge she had just made vanished in an instant.

"At least I have some conscience."

After dinner, she carried the books back to her room and put them away neatly. Only then did she realize that they were all the latest fashion trends, as well as pictures of designers that Selina had praised.

Shang Jin, what kind of person are you exactly?

Until now, other than being moody, Jian Ning did not understand what kind of person her "customer" was.

She looked at the sea of books in front of her and shook her head.

The red sun rose over the horizon, and Jian Ning was already fast asleep on the ground. She had only slept for a short while, and her face was filled with fatigue. She had probably been busy the entire night.

She opened her eyes in a daze, stretched out her hand to block the dazzling morning light, and sat up from the ground.

After she had tidied up the room in a messy manner, she carried her head, which was about to explode, to the bathroom to wash it.

Jian Ning looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but to be shocked. Her eyes were dull and her expression dull.

She mockingly shook her head and quickly washed her face and rinsed her mouth. Then, she went outside to get a set of black professional skirt.

Lace was placed on his chest, covering the scenery inside. Faintly looking at it, it seemed to have a special charm, not to mention that there was also a figure protruding from the front, looking at it from afar, it was definitely the perfect work of God.

"Jian Ning, these will not be difficult for you. In this competition, you will definitely win."

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

Downstairs, Shang Jin was already waiting for him in the dining hall. On top of that, his face had already darkened since the morning, as if the other person owed him a few million.

Jian Ning slowly walked to the opposite side of him and sat down. He directly ignored Shang Jin's dark face and quietly ate his breakfast.

"Have you finished reading the information I gave you?"

Shang Jin elegantly put down his knife and fork, and wiped the corner of his mouth, speaking without a trace of emotion.

"I've seen enough." Jian Ning was a little disgusted with talking at the table, so she replied half-heartedly.

Shang Jin looked up in displeasure, his gaze swept past and he lowered his head depressingly.

Suddenly, the restaurant was filled with a low pressure, Jian Ning's hand trembled.

"Zi —"

An ear-piercing sound rang.

"Since you've eaten your fill, then tell me how is it?" Shang Jin did not seem to hear the voice just now, and asked as he saw Jian Ning put down the tableware.

Jian Ning closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bringing a smile with her before opening her eyes once more.

"Not much. Everyone has their own style. From Selina's comments, she's more focused on simple atmospheric designs."

When she talked about the domain that she was proficient in, Jian Ning's entire body overflowed with the confidence that others had. She subconsciously sat up straight and crossed her hands on her legs.

"I know a bit about previous generations of designers, but they were designed to target the high end of the population, so I gave up on this competition." After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and waited for Shang Jin's retort.

"Why do you think that?" Shang Jin thought that this suggestion was interesting, and he once again sized Jian Ning up. He didn't think that this was her performance in fleeing from the battle.

"There is still a lot of demand in the domestic market. Even if one out of ten is rich, there are still nine people left in the market. The upper end of the market is limited, but the civilian market is still selling."

The current Jian Ning was like an outstanding hunter, she clearly knew who her prey was.

This time, Shang Jin was not in a hurry to refute his words. After all, the profit she had obtained was not his either.

"I have nothing to do with you wanting to build a market for yourself. What I want is the results of the competition. You want me to see where your value lies."

In the end, Shang Jin chose to give Jian Ning a disappointing answer.

She lowered her head in disappointment. "I understand."

Shang Jin nodded in satisfaction and pushed his wheelchair out of the dining hall. He turned his head and said to Jian Ning without turning his head: "Pay a little attention at the company, don't forget the image you put on yesterday."

"Shang Jin, in your eyes, other than using my power, do I not have any dignity of a human being?" Seeing that Shang Jin was about to leave, Jian Ning couldn't help but ask.

Shang Jin turned his head and looked at her coldly, "Perhaps."

He turned around mercilessly, but the faint pain in his heart was enough to prove that he had lied just now.

If it was the past, it would definitely be this answer, but now, he began to admire Jian Ning more and more. The reason he said these words, besides not wanting her to be proud, was also to warn himself not to have any feelings for her.